Let's Try This Again, Shall We?

Or, onward is a direction.

I’m moving.

I don’t know where.

What I do know is that our lease is up soon, and it’s time for a change. While the grievances are many — the time a roach walked ON MY FACE as I slept doesn’t even begin to cover it — may it suffice to say we’ve reached the real estate equivalent of when the DJ plays “The Last Dance” or the bar plays “Closing Time” or the…